Your name is Tonk Wyatt and, fifteen years ago, you were one of the best fighters in the Unlimited Division of the Mixed Martial Arts League. Whether it was other giants or anthromorphs, there wasn't a hominid on the planet you couldn't climb in the ring with and hold your own. If you didn't win the fight, at the very least, your opponent knew he had been in a fight.
That was fifteen years ago. Now you're the bum who managers of up-and-coming fighters line up to help tune up their fighters.
For you, the party is over. You're just waiting for someone to remember to turn out the lights.
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